Hope, oh perforated scope
I held on to, for lord knows
How long, steep
And slippery a slope.
I've Been Thru
Steering on
Further downhill
It eludes us still
With many a rash
And empty thrill
A shrill voice hails
As we drift off
Into the far plane
the pains once felt
left behind; now
fuel the echoing sound
Annul the alluring grounds
"Forth it is" on my death,
i've sworn.
and may this oath
forever be kept
In retrospect,
"with no looking back on."
©poetree
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